Page 6 of Curvy Girl for Santa

My mouth goes dry as Ryan's thick, hard cock springs free from his slacks. It juts out, long and thick and intimidating.

I've never seen one in person before. How is that supposed to fit inside me? Fear and anticipation swirl in my belly as I stare transfixed at his impressive erection, watching a bead of moisture form on the swollen purple head.

"Anastasia." His deep rumble snaps my gaze up to his face. Hunger and something darker, more possessive, burn in his blue eyes. "I'm going to paint your tits with my cum. Mark you as mine. Would you like that, sweet angel?"

I can only nod, my reservations melting away under the heat of his dominant stare. I've never wanted anything more. "

He groans, a rough, animalistic sound. One big hand wraps around his thick shaft, squeezing the engorged flesh. The other finds my breast, kneading it firmly as he pumps himself with hard, fast strokes.

My eyes are riveted to the hypnotic sight of his hand gliding up and down his impressive length, revealing and then re-sheathing the ruddy head. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen. I can't look away, can't stem the needy whimpers spilling from my lips.

"Fuck yeah, those noises," he grunts, his hand moving faster on his shaft. "Keep making those sweet sounds for me, Anastasia. Wanna hear how bad you need my cock."

I'm panting now, my hips shifting restlessly on the table as I watch him pleasure himself. My pussy throbs, empty and aching. I've never been so turned on in my life.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he croaks.

"Yours," I moan mindlessly, arching into his groping touch on my breast. "Only yours, Ryan!"

"Fuck, I'm gonna come." His voice is a dark growl, barely human. "Gonna mark this creamy skin, baby. Paint you in my cum so everyone knows you're mine now."

I gasp.

With a roar, he explodes. Thick white ropes of his essence shoot out, splattering across my heaving breasts in warm, sticky lines. I cry out at the sensation, my pussy clenching as he coats my flesh in his musky seed.

"Fuck, look at you." Ryan milks the last drops from his cock, his eyes black with lust as he takes in the erotic sight of my tits dripping with his release. "Filthy angel, all marked up for me. So fucking hot."

He smears his cum into my skin with his fingers, rubbing it into my nipples until they glisten obscenely. The depravity of it, the base possession…

I've never felt so wanton, so deliciously filthy. My whole body is on fire, burning with a need only he can quench.

"Ryan," I whimper, squirming on the table. "Please..."

I don't even know what I'm begging for. I just know I need more. More of his electrifying touch, more of the way he makes me feel—treasured and dirty all at once.

"I know, baby," he soothes darkly. "I'm going to take care of you, don't worry. Going to make this aching virgin pussy mine. When you’re ready."

I bite my lip to keep from telling him I’m ready now.

four

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Ryan

I drapetinsel along the mantle, my gaze drifting to Anastasia as she reaches up to hang an ornament, her ass jiggling deliciously. Heat surges through me and I tear my eyes away, only to find myself staring at her lush curves a moment later. This vibrant, compassionate woman is getting under my skin in a way I never expected.

My hands itch to explore her body. I remember how soft her skin good. How good her pussy tasted.

Fuck, I want to bury my face in her auburn hair and breathe in her scent. I long to coax breathy moans from her full lips as I worship every inch of her. But I can't let myself get carried away, no matter how badly I crave her.

She doesn't know who I really am—that I'm no ordinary volunteer but a billionaire in hiding. If Anastasia knew the truth, everything would change between us. She might look at me differently, see me as just another wealthy playboy looking for a small-town fling. And that's the last thing I want.

I'm torn between my growing feelings and the web of secrets I'm spinning. I've never met anyone like Anastasia. She's so genuine and warm, with a captivating inner light. Being around her makes me want to be a better man, not the jaded tycoon I've become. But how can I let her get close when I'm living a lie?

"What do you think of this spot for the wreath, Ryan?" Her melodic voice snaps me out of my reverie.

"It's perfect. You have a real knack for this." I flash her a smile, hoping she can't see the hunger in my eyes.

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